The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1887-03-05

brsdes the dyspepsia.
"My darling daughter" she cried,
enthusiastically throwing her arms
around the waist of pretty young
lady in an elegant travelling dress, as
she alighted from the carriage.
Kitty Bruce returned the kiss and
embrace with merry gayety that
was very fascinating.
"Then l am to call you mother ."
"What else should you call me ?
Oh, l am so glad Bob married you,
after all, instead Of"
But the yivacious stranger inter-
rupted her here rather hurriedly.
"Allow me to intruduce my friend
Miss Leonors WyIie !"
And Mrs. Lathrop found herself
looking into the depths of a pair of
wistful hazel eyes that seemed to
say: please be kind to me!'
''She's dark and little and elf.like,"
said Mrs. Lathrop to herself 'but
she's nice looking enough, too. and
has very winning way with her."
For now that Mrs. Lathrop felt
her son Bob TO be safe from the tolls
of the siren, she was disposed to view
Leonora Wylie with very different
eyes.
"Well, my dear" said the old gen.
tleman when their guests had gone
| to their room at last, show do you
like our company ?"
kitty is charming" said Mrs.
Lathrop. "DO you notice how pret-
tily she bushes and laughs every
time we ask her anything about
Bob? Oh, Pm 50 glad it has happen
ed just so ?"
"And the other one ?"
"Oh, she seems very nice, too,
in her way-a quiet modest little
! thing ?"
You'd never suspect her to be
book writer 2"
mo, never. To think of her know
ing that nice receipt for East India
pickles. | mean to try it tomorrow.
And she told me way to take the
mildewed spots out of the best table
cloth that l never heard of, though
I've kept house seven-and-twenty
years ~
A week went by and the barometer
of Mrs. Lathrop's mind was varying
perceptbly. Her husband quietly
watched her, but made no aluson to
their guests, until one evening Mrs.
Lathrop broke out
"A silly empty-headed child
that's what she is, after all, with no
more brains than my Kitchen sieve! !"
"Who? Leonora Wylie ?"
mo, Kitty Bruce !"
"Oh, you mean Bob's wife ?"
"Yes mean Bob's wife. How /
ever could have been so deceiyed in
her before"
"Perhaps he was deceived just in
the same manner. But how has she
contriyed to change your favorable
opinion of you ?"
"Why, she lies in bed until ten
O'Clock in the morning, while Leono-
ra is down helping me about the
dairy work she comes down stairs to
a second breakfast with froWsy hair,
and slippers down at heel. and un-
mended rents in her dress to read
novels and do hUrrid useless worsted
work: she don't know thing about
house keeping and she don't care to
learn, and, oh George-this is the
worst of all-she goes out riding every
afternoon with young Darlington,
just as if she wasn't a married wom-
an at all. while LeOnOra stays at
home with me. If it wasn't for the
comfort Leonora Wylie is to me, / do
believe should break my heart !"
And she wiped away a stray tear
or two with the corner of her apron.
"Ho, no !" said Mr.. Lathrop. at
seems to me that the tables are turn
ed, But never mind, Kitty is young
perhaps she will improve"
"Never!" nodded the mother-in
law, emphatically. "a selfish, reck-
less, slovenly, lazy"
"Stop, stop, my dear" said Mr..
Lathrop, depreciatingly "no more
adjectives just at present. Perhaps
it would have been better, then, if
Bob had married Leonora Wyle after
ALL"
Better! Oh. George. if Leonora
could only have been my daughter !!
But, then l suppose, it is wicked to
go against the Lords will ?" she ad.
ded.
"You've never made up your mind
to that, have you ?" said her husband
with a certain grim humor. "Why,
it isn't but little while since you
were all for taking the Lords busi-